An excerpt from the title poem of my forthcoming collection: 

In Birmingham, said the burly man –

Boy, be
a bootblack.

Your back, blue-black.
Your body, burning.

I like my black boys broke, or broken.
I like to break my black boys in.

See this burnished
brown leather belt?
You see it, boy?

Are you broke, or broken?
I’m gonna break your back in.

Read the rest of the poem on Flavorwire. XO.